“I think we’re on the cusp of something exhilarating and terrifying” The Dame, talking decades ago on BBC Newsnight about the Tinternet. (This is how I want to spell it, stop spell check keep changing it!!!)
I think it’s easier if I stick to poetry right now….
What does silence mean to you?
What does it mean for victims of trauma?
Silence is golden
Sometimes to the point of death
Or watching death
For the last eleven years I’ve been wearing the leather tag
My grandad wore in WW1 trenches
He was saved as the bullet ricocheted off his cigarette tin
I’ll be saved by dreaming
On 11th of 11th at 11 o clock what happened?
Silence – AS
Thousands of care workers coerced or lost their jobs
Clients and patients they have cared for for two years in the pandemic
Already alone, left alone
What did my grandfather fight for?
As victims remember mental torture
A Silence that
If the therapist leaves too long
Becomes The Rapist
And in the silence
We’re all in on it